ENRIQUE SERRANO’S POV
As it turned out, Veronica was inclined to not believe she was the only one for me and quite determined to abandon all dreams of rekindling our relationship. To her, this dinner date was supposed to be a goodbye of sorts, but for me, this was only the beginning.
“This is not the way to my apartment, Mr. Ignacio,” she voiced from my side. I caught my long-time driver’s eyes in the rear-view mirror in the ensuing silence. Veronica squirmed beside me. “Mr. Ignacio? Hello?” Her eyes darted to me. “Rico, can’t he hear me?”
I sighed. “We’re going to Lalanita’s villa.”